If he possessed any doubts before as to her identity, they were all thoroughly dissipated now.
* * * * * As he lay there, with head pillowed on the saddle, his body aching from fatigue yet totally unable to sleep, staring open-eyed into the blue of the sky, the girl they had left behind awoke from uneasy slumber, aroused by the entrance of Mrs.Murphy.For an instant she failed to comprehend her position, but the strong brogue of the energetic landlady broke in sharply: "A bit av a cup av coffee fer ye, honey," she explained, crossing to the bed.

"Shure an' there's nuthin' loike it when ye first wake up.

Howly Mither, but it's toird 'nough ye do be lookin' yet." "I haven't slept very well," the girl confessed, bringing her hand out from beneath the coverlet, the locket still tightly clasped in her fingers.

"See, I found this on the floor last night after you had gone down stairs." "Ye did!" setting the coffee on a convenient chair, and reaching out for the trinket.

"Let's have a look at it once.